Sister Maria-Lisa arranged special seating for an audience with Pope Francis already defined as one of the greatest popes. I shall soon be embarking on Saint France’s of Assisi Pilgrimage for whom his name honors.
For a drinking fountain, cover the down flow of water forcing the water through the upper hole. Romans call this ” Big Nose.” Would you expect less from the engineers of aquaducts?
Dinner reservation with St Peters in the background and Pistachio Cannoli for dessert.
Sitting on the roof top with the a gentle breeze. Listening to the chelloist in the piazza whose only competition is the basilica bells.
Neighborhood forno, bakery. Guess who’s eating the cookie.
Within the Cloisters, the twisted columes are decorated Cosmatesque style with inlaided marble coverings.
As though a Lilliputian traveling in Gulliver’s world, I am dwarfed by the stupendous size of Basilica di San Giovanni.
Fascinated by the floor at Basilica di San Giovanni, M. C. Escher’s optical illustians seem to appear.
Spinning wheels gotta go round.
See the man pushing the peddle buggy while the women on the side is jogging. As the buggy creasted the hill, both jumped aboard. Always room.
The go-cart brought back fond childhood memories of riding and crashing Uncle Wade’s go-cart.
A fine example of the strong unity seen as families gathered to enjoy Legos. Need not speak Italian to understand the play. Lego is a universal language.
